Sitting in this cell these bars wide openStricken by the light I fear the unspokenThe Son is my hope my shelter and my guideBut I'd rather choose this lonely cell this hole where I hide

I run (3x) but never get awayChinatown jail break

The darkness of this hole has it's claws in my soulWho needs the warms I choose the coldMy freedoms not that I've conditioned my soul to wantI'm bound beneath the surface, my selfishness I flauntHe's calling my name yet I choose the same